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 And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt,...  Comus: A Mask: Presented at Ludlow Castle 1634, Before the Earl of ... - Page 122 by John Milton, Thomas Warton - 1799 - 124 pages Full view -
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